You stand upon the rocks

blocking the sun with your raised arm

It’s rising disturbs your senses

You haven’t the strength to face this day

You are still battling the ghosts of the night before

they wear your unacknowledged fears as armor

swirling in wisps of smoke and shadow

attacking your senses

until they too are disturbed by the approaching dawn

and withdraw

leaving you stone still

to prepare for the battle to come

when the sun gives birth to the dark of the night

once more